Ah, what a boon

Parched earth receives
like a lost lover.
It is never too soon.

All creatures in a silent
celebration. When it gets
heavy and takes a toll
all bow in respect but never
resist. No one to mourn
those who die of flood
as we have been saved
from the ravage of famine.
The blessed drops descend
to seemingly impregnate
our mother’s already seeded womb.

No hormone nor steroid
did inspire such spurt of growth.

Ah monsoon, never too soon

Love & Grace,